Tuesday I did an interview (I started my thesis! Yay!) and then worked from 3pm-11pm. At this point I had put in a 39 hour work week within 76 hours.

Wednesday I started class, boo. Its a seminar, which always freak me out in the beginning. My train of thought usually goes something like “WHAT? He wants us to talk in class? I have no idea what to say! We have to do a paper? What would I even write it on?” Somehow having years of seminars under my belt has given me no confidence that I could participate meaningful. Which I always end up doing, but nevertheless there is that initial moment of panic.

Thursday I went to see this thing at the law school where lawyers present oral arguments to the 9th circuit court of appeals. I’m sure my husband is rolling his eyes right now as I’m sure there is some name for whatever it was, but I didn’t pay attention to that part. It was pretty interesting – the lawyers presented three cases that were being appealed. I liked discussing them as if I had actually gone to law school and I knew what I was talking about. My husband didn’t enjoy that part as much.

But Sandra Day O’Connor was there, who as you all know, is the Chancellor of William and Mary. What’s a Chancellor? I don’t know but they where really big fancy robes at graduation. So this is totally like the third time in my life I’ve seen Justice O’Connor in person. We’re practically best friends.

During the question and answer part I asked her what her favorite sandwich at the Cheese Shop was.

I didn’t, because obviously it’s virginia ham, house dressing, focaccia, swiss cheese, house dressing, first name Jackie last initial D, and yes any good W&M student had not only the number of the Cheese Shop in their phone so they could call in their order for pick up and not have to stand in line with tourists, but also had the entire menu memorized and could say their order in one breath.

I digress.

After that I did another interview and then came back to work on my school work.

Meanwhile, I wake up this morning and can barely open my eyes because my damn allergies have taken over my face. My eye won’t stop watering, my nose won’t stop running, and any sign of bright light means I can barely hold my eyes open. It’s been a really pleasant day.

Friday Luckily the only thing on my plate tomorrow is trying to recruit for another interview. And cleaning the whole apartment cause as you can imagine, after a week like this its a wreck. And I’m putting in another 35 hour week in four days between Saturday and Tuesday.

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Have a great relaxing weekend. (BTW I dressed up as Sandra Day O’Conner for a girl scout parade in Cookeville when I was twelve. AND met Loretta Lynn’s husband while I was there, and had my photo snapped while holding a gavel in a robe. I have it somewhere. This has nothing to do with anything, but I find it surreal and thought it might make you giggle.)

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